Summer Fruit

 

Notch Lord

God showed me a basket

Of summer fruit

What you

See Amos

Sin?

That basket of

 Summer fruit

For I am shade

But yet I pray

My people Isreal;

Bethheavy- agen,

All became dirges

 

Acted

A good blood  T

And mad scalp

That drips

Exhorted we the sun

The state

The dead king- light

Could have

Messed his hair railing night

 

Did they win

The label fro which atomic bombs,

And dued muscles

         Twenty miles

         Hydrogen bombs

Any article to match the silk, to be necessary

To explode dyed silk second for most hurricanes

         A fabric soul

 

 

© Michael Zugin